falling in your, falling in your arms

fish on a line, learns to live on dry land

thrown back again to drown

kinder with poison

than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell

feel the cruel stones breaking her bones

dead before born

words fall in ruins - but no sound

she's dying of your shame - she maimed by your paw

he gives birth to swimming horses

fish on a line, walking on dry land

but, back in the water to drown we drown

floating in sky

he gives birth to swimming horses

take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side

the weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion

and washes pointless tortures

he gives birth to swimming horses

floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms